Your days of going through a phaseAre finally lashing back at youThere's more to shut up and ignoreBut there's even less and less to doAnd there's nothing to say, and they're looking awayWhat have you got yourself into?

One little miss apprehension got youNow they're lining up around the blockTo watch you screw yourself upFor this bitter cup, which pains you the mostWhen it's too late to say you're sorryAnd pretend that it's a toast, Naomi

You struggle with the reality mythWhen you're talking on the TV screenAbout choke chains and Mary JanesIn Seventeen MagazineAnd you're thinking of your J-C Penny lingerieThat nobody has ever seen

No one understands your commentsOr why you're so obsessed with undergarmentsFrom multi-cultured pearl to Glamor girlTook less than a dayAnd your Wonderbra world of DisneyWas just a make-over away

Naomi, it's just a matter of time

What's that they're saying now?Oh wow, she looks good in tearsThat you can't allowBut now you haven't looked this young in years

You look sweet walking down the streetBut no one's even slowing downThey can't decide, should they offer you a rideOr the head of Helen Gurley Brown